Tim and I were out for a walk today - in the beautiful 25 degree weather down under the bridge. A loser, in all his desperate, redneck, glory decided to whistle as he went by in his beat up pick up. Tim, a few feet ahead, stopped in his tracks and decided to clarify what that meant - just in case I wasn't clear on why I was being whistled at.
*GASP* "Mom! That means you are S-E (pause, think)-X-E-Y" (yes, he spelled it and even whispered it in case anyone was to hear)....
...."But, I don't think you are -- cause you're a little short."
9 comments:
Hmmm, seems Jessi has mistaken a gold Honda Pilot for a beat up pickup....
Maybe you should keep driving domestics G dog.
i knew it was you....
Hi Jess that is so funny! And so true leave it to your children to be brutally honest about thing and not even understand that they are doing it.
Lanna, Nick and Hayden
yay! you commented!! did you see the cute pics? i'll send some copies up for you guys -- and we should get one blown up for grandma's birthday this summer, what do you think?
Yah the pics where great... Grandma is always looking for pics of the three together.. I think she would realy appreciate it being blown up. But instead of for her birthday we should give it to her now so she can enjoy it in the hospital..
Good idea!
G-dogs Wife is a hottie.
trotsky --- were you drinking and blogging again??? you really gotta stop that buddy ;)
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